A/N: I was inspired to write something with Ibuki at like 1 am in the morning, so here we are.

WARNINGS: Fluff. Lots of fluff. Cute flirting here and there, and Ibuki being a bisexual disaster. (My head-canon)

Also, College AU because now I'm obsessed with it.

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"I-- well...do you listen to Girl in Red?"

"...Are you asking me if I like girls?"

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"Ughhhh...I'm so gay Hajime..."

Ibuki whined to her friend pathetically as she admired the pretty girl from afar. H/C hair and E/C eyes, she sat at the end of the subway with a cute smile on her face. Vibing to the music on her headphones as she cutely danced in her seat to the silent rhythm.

"Hajime, my heart is going to explode. I can't take it anymore."

"Ibuki, you're wrinkling my shirt."

The punkette squeezed Hajime's shirt even tighter when she saw the girl begin to hum childishly to the music. Bouncing in her seat without a care in the world as she drowned out the subway noises with her headphones. Ibuki dying over how adorable it was and nearly going into cardiac arrest.

"Do you think she's interested in girls? Agh, I hope so..." The music major began growing anxious at the thought as she squeezed her friend even tighter. The poor boy wincing at her strength before pushing her away. "Why don't you just ask?" the brunette groaned. Smoothening out his shirt in an attempt to look proper again.

"You can't just ask if a girl is gay! This isn't a Girl in Red scenario, Hajime!"

"Girl in...huh?"

"Lesbian inside joke. You wouldn't get it."

Hajime sighed at his friend's weird demeanor and scratched the back of his neck in confusion. He wasn't sure what Ibuki was talking about, but one thing was for sure. Ibuki needed to get her feelings off her chest. Otherwise, poor Hajime would be her venting pillow for all of eternity.

"Listen, I'm not the best kind of guy for this stuff. But you gotta tell her how you feel. I'm not gonna sit here and let you ruin another one of my shirts just because you can't talk to a girl."

"But this is different, Hajime," Ibuki pouted, "This time it's a really cute girl. A really, really cute one!"

"Okay, so what? You're just never gonna talk to her? Ever?"

"Well...I.."

Hajime grabbed her shoulders firmly and stared deep into the punkette's eyes. Brows knitted together in determination as he gave her some final words of encouragement. "You only live once. Remember that. And stop crying into my shirt! It's gross!"

With one final look, he released her and gave her a thumbs up. Ushering for her to go talk to the girl before their train ride ended.

"Hmpf. You're right Hajime! I'm Ibuki Mioda! I live life without regrets!" She had a fired look in her eyes as she grew more and more pumped to talked to the girl. The fire extinguishing as soon as it came, as the subway rocked unsteadily and made Ibuki stumble. The girl falling back behind her and landing on the floor with a thud.

"Gah!"

Falling onto her back, Hajime's face contorted into one of concern as he watched the punkette shoot him a thumbs up. Indicating that she was okay. "I'm okay!" she exclaimed to him, making him sigh with relief.

That relief quickly washed away however, as Hajime's eyes widened at Ibuki's position. Having fallen right on top of her crush's feet.

'Ibuki!' he screamed in his thoughts, 'Goddammit.'

"Uhm, are you alright?" came an angelic voice, causing Ibuki's senses to come back to her as she looked up. The pretty girl she had been crushing on was staring down at her with a concerned face. Pulling her headphones down so that they rested over the nape of her neck. The music still playing as Ibuki garbled over her words.

"Uh- Well I-- Uhm--"

The more she looked at her, the more Ibuki felt as if she were about to burst. Babbling over her sentences like a toddler learning how to speak.

"I-- well...do you listen to Girl in Red?"

Ibuki blurted out in a rush. Feeling as if she had swallowed cyanide.

'God fucking dammit.' Hajime thought, facepalming.

The girl stared at Ibuki with a blank expression as she comprehended the music major's words. Ibuki feeling a rush of panic coming through while she waited for the girl's reaction.

"...Are you asking me if I like girls?" the girl slowly smiled, one brow piqued up in interest.

"I- sorry! I know that question can be a bit personal to some people but you're just so pretty and hot and ohmygod I just needed to talk to you and my friend told me to shoot my shot and--"

The girl giggled at her response and smiled angelically. "No no, it's totally fine. You're cool." she gave her a toothy grin before running her fingers through her scalp. "I am interested in girls actually, so you were right to ask."

'I was?' Ibuki thought.

'She was?' Hajime thought.

The girl smiled at her reaction and watched as Ibuki's jaw fell open with shock. As if she did not expect for this to go in her favor. She really did not.

"R-Really?" Ibuki exclaimed, eyes suddenly sparkling. "I-I mean, cool, cool. Yeah, that's cool...aha..."

Not prepared for this scenario at all, Ibuki awkwardly shot her some finger guns. Wincing internally at her "uncool-ness" when the girl giggled shyly into the palm of her hand. "You're just a gay disaster, aren't you." she joked, laughing.

"Aha...when it comes to cute girls like you...yeah..."

Ibuki gave her a sheepish smile and slowly put her finger guns down. The girl looking at her with a blush before smiling. "You're pretty interesting, y'know that? Literally falling head over heels for me. On a subway floor no less.

She smirked at Ibuki still lying on the floor. The punkette then realizing her position and sitting up abruptly. "Oh! Haha, sorry! I'm just so clumsy sometimes..." She rubbed the back of her neck in nervousness as the girl stared at her for a while. Seeming to be analyzing something before speaking.

"I see...well, if you're still keen on talking to me, I suppose you'd want my name..."

The girl adjusted her headphones and smiled down at the music major with a light chuckle. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."

She extended her hand out to help Ibuki off the floor and she was quick to grab it. Feeling her entire body jolt with excitement the moment their hands touched.

"Ibuki Mioda!" she exclaimed. Watching as Y/N giggled at her enthusiasm.

'This is going so much better than I anticipated!' Ibuki couldn't help but smile widely as Y/N pulled her up to sit beside her. The punkette feeling butterflies in her stomach as her thigh brushed up against hers.

"Ibuki huh? What a cute name."

'Oh my Godddd...!'

Ibuki glanced at Hajime for some reassurance, and he just tossed her a thumbs up. Smiling and nodding along with her success like the big brother figure he was. 'I cannot believe this is actually happening.'

Y/N seemed to notice Ibuki's lingering glances, as she quickly turned to catch sight of the male brunette. Piecing two and two together, she realized that he was the friend that Ibuki was talking about, and smirked.

"That your friend?" Y/N nudged with her head, glancing over at Hajime.

He noticed that he had been spotted and rushed to hide behind one of the poles of the train. This proved ineffective however, as one, the poles were slim, and two, Hajime stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Aha..." Ibuki started sweating nervously when she saw Hajime's poor attempt to hide. "Yeah...that's my friend. He can be a bit dumb sometimes, but he's my friend."

"Hey!" Hajime glared at her from his "hiding place" before remembering that he was supposed to be hiding. Shuffling back behind the pole and trying not to make a scene.

"Aww, is he the one who told you to talk to me?" Y/N gushed, looking at Ibuki with a grin.

"Yeah, I was too much of a chicken to honestly come up here on my own. But I guess it would've happened anyway, with the whole rocky train and all."

Y/N felt a laugh bubble up in her chest and she let out a cute giggle. The musician feeling warm at the sound. 'Your laughter is better than any other song...'

"God, that's so cute," Y/N giggled, wiping the tears away from her eyes.

"I-I think you're cuter!" Ibuki challenged.

"Oh? What makes you think that?"

Y/N propped her chin up against her arm and leaned close to Ibuki. A smug look in her eyes as she dared Ibuki to justify her statement.

"W-Well..." Ibuki felt her suave confidence disappear in an instance. Thinking back to what made her attracted to Y/N in the first place. The way she's so confident in her music... The way she just dances to the rhythm without a care for anyone whos watching...

"Your headphones!" she blurted out. Making Hajime wince and Y/N cock a brow in confusion.

"My headphones?" she repeated.

"Yes! I mean no-- I mean--" Ibuki exhaled sharply and calmed herself down. Trying to find the words to explain herself. "I mean...your confidence in your music is what I find cute about you. The way you just move to the music in your headphones without a care for anyone that's watching...really makes me feel gushy for you."

Ibuki grew quiet towards the end, which was rare for the girl as she was normally upbeat and happy. "I...I like that you don't care. You just do what you want and...that's cute..."

At this point, Ibuki's face was just flush red. Burning with vulnerability as she looked away in shame. 'What did I just say...?' she thought inwardly, the normally happy-go-lucky girl feeling as if she were being crushed. 'Did I just embarrass myself...?'

Ibuki squeezed her eyes shut for fear of getting yelled at. The punkette starting to feel her confidence slip the more she revealed herself to her crush. 'She's probably weirded out now...isn't she? Aghhh...why do I have to screw this up?'

But instead of getting weirded out, Y/N herself was blushing. The girl feeling her stomach buzz like a beehive as she reached over to assure the musician.

"Hey..."

Ibuki's eyes widened when she felt something soft wrap around her neck. The light sound of music playing from below her as she realized... Y/N had wrapped her headphones around her neck and pulled her closer. Tugging the musician close as she leaned in to whisper quietly in her ear.

"That was pretty dorky...but cute. Really...Really cute..."

The way Y/N whispered in her ear made Ibuki's mind go all fuzzy. The soft melodies from Y/N's headphones making Ibuki feel as if she were in the middle of a Kdrama. 'Her voice is so soft...'

But like every stereotypical Kdrama, the moment was ruined when the train spoke in its robotic voice. "We are approaching the next station. Passengers, please stay clear of the moving doors."

'Goddammit.' Ibuki and Y/N thought.

"Well, my next stop is actually this one, so I have to leave now." Y/N smiled sadly, letting go of the musician's neck and taking her headphones off of her.

"Oh...okay..." Ibuki frowned disappointedly. Making Y/N's heart sting with guilt.

"Ah, hold on. Gimme a sec," the girl didn't want to leave on a bitter end, so she reached down into her bag and pulled out a tube of lipstick. Grinning cheekily when Ibuki stared at her confused.

"Give me your arm."

Ibuki was quick to oblige, and Y/N took her arm to write her phone number with her lipstick. Trying to make it as small as possible so it wasn't too noticeable. "Heh, sorry. I don't have any pens or stuff on me, so this'll have to do."

"I-It's okay!" Ibuki said a little too eagerly. Just happy to be feeling the girl's touch once more.

"Pfftsh, you're a weird one," Y/N giggled, "But you're cute so it's okay."

Ibuki felt her heart race a little faster as Y/N capped her lipstick and stood up to get off the train. Sending Ibuki a flirty wink before stepping out onto the platform. "Call me sometime." she said, making a phone motion with her hand. "We could totally go out to a concert together."

'Together? At a concert?!'

"Yeah...I'd like that! I'll make sure to definitely call!" Ibuki piped up, grinning wider than she's ever had before. Y/N smiled at this and nodded, leaving to go to her destination as the doors closed behind her. The train moving on as Ibuki sighed with newfound euphoria.

"Hey...Hajime," Ibuki spoke, finally turning to her friend hiding behind a pole.

"Yeah...?" he spoke awkwardly from behind. Still in shock that Ibuki managed to pull it off.

"She totally listens to Girl in Red."

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A/N: I love Hajime way too much. Sure, he may not know what an octagon is, but he's my husband and I love him.